[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

The pastis our definition, we may strive which could be beyond season to escape it, orescape what is badinit. But we will escape only by adding something better to it.

The past is the interpretation we give, we try to get rid of him, get rid of his shadow, we say it, but the only way to get rid of it is to add a more beautiful scene.

"Put away the stupid thoughts in your head." Sherlock let go of Gloria's wrist, "Where did it happen?"

Lestrade looked back at the blonde girl, "11 Bruton Street, Mayfair."

"What's different this time? You usually like to work hard alone on the road of being stupid." Gloria just wanted to say that the expression on Sherlock's face really deserved a beating, and it seemed that she was not the only stupid being despised goldfish.

For example, this poor, unlucky guy with a decent face now, he quickly answered without any unpleasant emotions, "The deceased is the Russian oil tycoon Orlovsky."

"An oligarch." Sherlock waited for the follow-up with a stern expression.

"Olowsky has applied for political asylum since 2000 and moved to London. Recently, he has attracted widespread attention due to some rumors of bankruptcy, and there is another injured person at the scene of this case—the Earl of Grosvenor," Lestrade said. Sighing, "This young man is the heir most valued by the Duke of Westminster, and Scotland Yard is under great pressure."

Major General Gerald Grosvenor is the sixth Duke of Westminster. He is not only a hereditary aristocrat of the British royal family, but also the richest man in the UK with assets of 70 billion pounds. The richest real estate developer in the UK, in Westminster has large tracts of land in Lancastershire, Cheshire, Scotland and other places, as well as Mayfair and Belgravia in central London; in 2004, he served as the Assistant Chief of Staff of the Ministry of Defense of the United Kingdom, UK The principal and deputy commander-in-chief of the Reserve Army Military Academy, his influence in the UK can be seen.And the young earl that Lestrade was talking about was the most concerned heir among his three daughters and one son.

"That has nothing to do with me."

"Sherlock, Scotland Yard needs your help." A murder case that could hit the headlines of the major news at any time, the decent detective can only ask the consulting detective to solve the problem as soon as possible.

There was something gleam in Sherlock's gorgeous green eyes, "I need an assistant."

"How about Officer Donovan? Or M. Anderson?" the Inspector suggested.

Sherlock's expression looked like he had eaten something dirty, "Then I might as well lie on the sofa and stick a few nicotine patches to pass the time." Then he stared at Gloria without warning, "Here's a good candidate .”

The blonde girl, who had failed to make her presence felt, smiled and blinked her blue eyes innocently. "I suffer from generalized anxiety disorder and can't be frightened, sir."

"But you are calm when you face Eyeball with fresh blood and Ivan, Leah." Gloria must admit that his deep and gorgeous voice is still moving, so that she missed the opportunity to reject every second, Mr. Natural Roll The voice has sounded again, "And you have experience as a human assistant, you have worked as an intern assistant at JPMorgan Chase."

JPMorgan Chase, headquartered in New York City, USA, is a financial service institution second only to Bank of America in terms of assets, and Gloria did enter JPMorgan Chase headquarters for a short internship this summer.

But how did Mr. Holmes know that she had written all her life experiences on her face?And handsome Mr. Consulting Detective, can you tell her the direct connection between having a financial institution internship and being a detective assistant?

This pale and thin man is indifferent, withdrawn, conceited close to arrogance, and even a high-functioning sociopath, but for the first time Gloria suspects that he is a shivering M, with a certain degree of masochistic tendencies, because she does not want to refuse at all, or Bewitched by beauty?

"I don't think there will be a more handsome boss than you."

Lestrade glanced at Leah gratefully, and then was about to go down the stairs, Sherlock showed a seemingly sincere smile, "I won't take the police car, I'll be there later, of course, with my assistant lady. "

The detective's footsteps sounded on the stairs of 221b Baker Street, and Gloria on the second floor was in shock, because Mr. Holmes, who had always maintained an elegant gentleman's posture, was jumping and shouting excitedly.

"The murder case, the murder case I was looking forward to! There is no reason to sit at home anymore, life is finally more interesting!"

Gloria silently grabbed the mobile phone—is it too late to ask for a change of residence?

"It's too late, Miss Rockefeller." Sherlock's gorgeous and charming voice sounded, and Leah began to inexplicably expect him to recite a little yellow poem, God, it's terrible.

Leah isn't sure if her day as a detective's assistant will go well, but dark, dull London classics aren't her style.

"Taxi?" Lia folded her arms and pointed at Nunu mouth not far away. The red ghost sports car was particularly eye-catching. "In fact, I own a small car, and she happens to be the world's fastest record holder."

Mr. Sherlock obviously had a different opinion, he glanced at Gloria, "I don't like sports cars."

"Now is not the time for you to be willful." Gloria opened the passenger door, pushed the curly black hair in and threatened, "If you refuse, I will sit on your lap and kiss you forcefully."

The ghost sports car CCR has taken off the top at her request, which means that if the thing she threatened happens, they will perform a public kiss on Baker Street. Gloria is now very much looking forward to Mr. Holmes' rejection, just think about it. People's blood boils.

Sherlock remained expressionless, "We are running out of time, and I hope your driving skills are superb."

that's all?This is agreed?Don't you try to fight back?Mr. Holmes, she's better at kissing than at driving.But that's okay, you'll find out someday.

Although this ghost sports car is not as spacious as a London taxi, which makes Sherlock feel a little uncomfortable, but at least their speed will increase a lot. In addition to the fact that this car has the world's fastest record, it is more because of the current driver—Ge Miss Loria Rockefeller.

Sherlock saw her skilfully downshift and slow down at the corner, and turned the steering wheel slightly, and then stepped on the accelerator violently when entering the corner. Such a stunning arc, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, dazzling and dazzling, she must be the most qualified and outstanding blonde rich girl.

"You're peeping at me, sir."

Mr. Holmes said in a cold voice, "It's just a normal observation, Leah."

"I like it when you call my name, it makes me feel like a butterfly is flapping its wings in my stomach." Her voice was sweet and full of love.

Sherlock: "... speak human language."

"I fell in love with you at first sight, sir, and I would give all my wealth for one kiss."

Sherlock: "..."

It seems that London gentlemen are not very accepting of passionate love, maybe she should express her affection implicitly?

Entering the Mayfair district with the highest land price in London, Leia slowed down due to the increase in traffic. She glanced at Sherlock, "How did you know about my internship experience at JPMorgan Chase, and it was some special behavior."

"Your experience will naturally have an impact on your behavior, but we only met for 30 minutes, which is not enough for me to draw this observation." Sherlock calmly analyzed.

"so?"

"You have more than ten tweets about your internship experience on Facebook."

"What?" Just at a red light, Gloria turned her head and looked at Sherlock, "I told you that it is impossible for you to be so extraordinary, everything you told me today must be based on well-investigated information. I can't believe anyone could be so wise—"

"Extraordinary?" Sherlock asked.

Leah stared at him with gray-blue eyes, "This evaluation does not belong to a fraudster."

Sherlock's eyes were focused, "But you trust this fraudster, your expression says it all, Leah."

Changing the green light, Leah skillfully started the car, "It's true, it's usually difficult for me to deliver trust, but this has become an easier task when facing you, maybe we met a long time ago? Maybe it was in a dream In? Parallel time and space? Last life?"

Sherlock: "..." His cohabitant is teasing him again?Wait - why again?

The small Mayfair district is the place with the highest land price in London, where oil tycoons and financial giants gather one after another, and another place where luxurious wealth never sleeps, and this is the social occasion Gloria is most familiar with.

The houses next to the narrow streets are old, but they are a symbol of true taste in the eyes of Londoners. Gloria temporarily does not care about the hapless Russian oligarch and young earl. She enthusiastically proposes to the British man in the passenger seat, "We Can you go to ThomasGoode to pick some beautiful china? Or find the old tailor at 95 Mount Street to make you a pair of trousers? Of course, it would be even better if you can add an afternoon tea at the Ritz Hotel.”

Sherlock frowned slightly, "I'm only interested in murders."

"It's really ruthless, Mr. Holmes." Leah's tone sounded very lost.

"But if you're good enough for the assistant role, I'll consider it."

The ghost sports car stopped at No. 11 Bruton Street. Gloria observed someone with a playful expression, "You are really good at slapping and kissing." Kiss was on the tip of her tongue in her ambiguous voice. The mole on the side carries a kind of silent temptation.

"By the way—you're blushing, sir."